Johnny has always dreamed of bigger things. His family was poor, his parents working themselves to death in a factory, in order to support all of their kids. Johnny had younger sisters, and as the oldest of siblings, he felt responsible for them. As soon as he was old enough to work, he wanted to help his family. But the factory was paying pennies, and he knew he needed to do more.

The streets of his city were full of scammers, thieves, arms and opium dealers, and other shady people doing illegal business. Johnny spent his first paycheck from the factory on a crossbow, and joined that crowd as a self-proclaimed bounty hunter.

He didn’t belong to a guild of Bounty Hunters, he was using unregulated weapons, because he couldn’t afford anything better, and he was charging cheaper than others. He was taking jobs that others didn’t want to do, for one reason or another. And all that, slowly but surely, started paying off.

He started making good money. Most of it, he was giving to his parents and sisters, to support the family. Whatever little money he kept for himself, he was spending on customizing and improving his weapon. He added a mechanical scope, and high-pressure air trigger release to his crossbow, making it more powerful, and more precise.

Then, a tragedy struck his family. His father died. Years of hard work in the factory have taken a toll on his body, and it eventually gave up. Johnny became the head of the household, and he knew he needed to provide.

Thankfully, the London Metropolis was always offering opportunities for those who knew how to seek them.

The famous annual hunt was about to take place. Adventurers, bounty hunters, inventors, and alchemists from all around the country swarmed the city, every one of them hungry for the big prize. There were no limitations as to who could join the hunt, so even though Johnny was a rogue, he stood among others as a participant.

Every year, the target for the hunt was different. Not knowing the details was part of the game. The hunters had to show their skill without earlier preparation, without being able to plan and strategize.

Johnny, and other participants, only learned the details on the morning of the hunt. This year, the area of the hunt would be the Celestial Forest, a beautiful but dangerous place, filled with magical but sinister creatures. And the target - the White Nymph.

John has never hunted fae folk before, but he was not discouraged. He was sure of his skill, confident, and most of all -desperate for the money prize. Without hesitation, he geared up, and headed for the Forest.

It took him two days of tracking, but Johnny still left his competition far behind. Among the dense woodland, he eventually found a clearing, with a crescent-shaped pond in the middle. In the moonlight, the waters of the pond seemed to be shimmering like liquid silver. He raised his crossbow, propping it against his shoulder. Slowly, he closed one eye, looking through the scope. The mechanism clicked softly as he zoomed in on a silhouette standing within the waters of the crescent-pond.

And that’s when he saw you. The White Nymph.